I let out a low moan, my head falling back as I exploded deep inside her for the final time. The orgasm was something else, a series of electric pulses that felt like they were being milked out of my very soul. I poured into her, an endless flood of heat that filled her to the absolute limit, my body twitching and jerking with the force of the release.
We stayed like that for a long minute, frozen in that awkward, intense position, our hearts drumming a frantic, synchronized beat against each other. The room was silent again, the only sound the distant, muffled patter of the rain and the ticking of the clock on the nightstand.
Finally, the gravity of the situation crashed back down. I pulled out of her with a wet, heavy pop and stood up, my legs feeling like they were made of water. I grabbed a handful of tissues and started frantically wiping myself down, my eyes darting to the door.
"We have to go," I panted, my voice shaking. "Now. Delilah, get up."
